| O it is magnificent. Nothing pays
such close attention to the sound of the production that it begins
to resemble a dance record more than a metal one. The texture of that
wolf-eating-wasps bass that opened the album? It’s all over the
place like blood on the walls of a slaughterhouse, and it’s as
rich as Belgian chocolate. The timbre of the vocals are a mixing-board
marvel. The overall feel is, in its extremely violent way, lush.
The beats do more than make you nod your head: they make you want
to dance, about which you will feel more than a little silly,
since unless you’re a big fan of gabba you probably haven’t
found yourself dancing to something as devoid of feel-good groove
as Nothing. |
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